I have been bird watching lately, they are such a gift!
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.